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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

The Jew of Malta

Act: 5 Scene: 1

Whom have we there, a spy?

Art thou that Jew whose goods we heard were sold

For Tribute-mony?

Didst breake prison?

'Twas bravely done: but tell me, Barabas,

Canst thou, as thou reportest, make Malta ours?

If this be true, I'le make thee Governor.

Thou'st doom'd thy selfe, assault it presently.

Act: 5 Scene: 2

Now vaile your pride you captive Christians,

And kneele for mercy to your conquering foe:

Now where's the hope you had of haughty Spaine?

Ferneze, speake, had it not beene much better

To keep thy promise then be thus surpriz'd?

I, villains, you must yeeld, and under Turkish yokes

Shall groping beare the burthen of our ire;

And Barabas, as erst we promis'd thee,

For thy desert we make thee Governor,

Use them at thy discretion.

'Tis our command: and Barabas we give

To guard thy person, these our Janizaries:

Intreat them well, as we have used thee.

And now, brave Bashawes, come, wee'll walke about

The ruin'd Towne, and see the wracke we made:

Farewell brave Jew, farewell great Barabas.

Act: 5 Scene: 3

Thus have we view'd the City, scene the sacke,

And caus'd the wines to be new repair'd,

Which with our Bombards shot and Basiliske,

We rent in sunder at our entry:

And now I see the Scituation,

And how secure this conquer'd Iland stands

Inviron'd with the mediterranean Sea,

Strong contermin'dwith other petty Iles;

And toward Calabria ,back'd by Sicily,

Where Siracusian Dionisius reign'd,

Two lofty Turrets that command the Towne.

I wonder how it could be conquer'd thus?

To banquet with him in his Citadell?

I feare me, Messenger, to feast my traine

Within a Towne of warre so lately pillag'd,

Will be too costly and too troublesome:

Yet would I gladly visit Barabas ,

For well has Barabas deserv'd of us.

I cannot feast my men in Malta wals,

Except he place his Tables in the streets.

Well, tell the Governor we grant his suit,

Wee'll in this Summer Evening feast with him.

And now, bold Bashawes, let us to our Tents,

And meditate how we may grace us best

To solemnize our Governors great feast.

Act: 5 Scene: 5

Come, my Companion-Bashawes, see I pray

How busie Barabas is there above

To entertaine us in his Gallery;

Let us salute him. Save thee, Barabas.

I, Barabas, come Bashawes, attend.

How now, what means this?

Treason, treason! Bashawes, flye.

Tell me, you Christians, what doth this portend?

Was this the banquet he prepar'd for us?

Let's hence, lest further mischiefe be pretended.

Tush, Governor, take thou no care for that,

My men are all aboord,

And doe attend my comming there by this.

Yes, what of that?

Oh monstrous treason!

Nay rather, Christians, let me goe to Turkey ,

In person there to mediate your peace;

To keepe me here will nought advantage you.